MY Masochistic CEO-Chapter 44 Humiliation

Both of them were industry giants, and their complaints at this moment also deeply shocked me. Big bosses also have their own troubles.

"Edward, are you very anxious now?" I asked.

"Of course. That’s why I’m spending 40 million on advertising. If we don’t get new machines soon, that money will be wasted."

I nodded and silently kept this matter in mind.

"Alright, let’s not talk about worries. Today, you’re here to do one thing: make friends. The more friends, the better!"

He patted my shoulder and greeted others with a smile.

Soon, the dinner began, and I witnessed what heavy drinking really meant. They were really risking their lives.

Edward had at least half a bottle of red wine poured into him. Even with George helping him out, he was still getting quite the pour.

And now, they were still making a fuss!

The loudest among them were Frank Nova and Phillip.

After some thought, I stood up and said, "I’ll drink for Edward."

"William!" Edward shook his head. "It’s fine, I can handle it."

"William, do you know the rules? If you’re drinking for someone, you have to drink three shots!" Phillip said to me.

"I’ll drink!"

If Edward could stand up for me, I could certainly drink for him.

I downed three glasses in one go, earning cheers from the crowd.

"Great drinker!"

"I love drinking with someone like you."

In a gathering where business was booming, these business elites were seasoned drinkers. Making an impression on these people was really tough without taking a different approach.

I had a good tolerance for alcohol. On the night of my college graduation, I drank four bottles of red wine and eight bottles of beer. Although I ended up throwing up a lot, my alcohol tolerance should be decent. This level was nothing to me.

I knew Frank was trying to mess with Edward, and he had already had quite a bit to drink himself. Tit for tat, let’s go all out!

I poured myself a glass of wine. "Mr. Nova, this one’s for you on behalf of Mr. Walker!"

With that, I downed the drink!

"Nice!" Another round of cheers erupted from the crowd.

Frank Nova frowned and downed his glass, but I could see he was nearing his limit.

I poured another glass of wine. "Mr. Nova, you are the pride of our Sevan Industries. I admire you. Here’s another toast to you!"

"Mr. Nova, cheers!"

George cheered, and the others joined in.

Frank took a deep breath and painfully downed his drink.

"Good, Mr. Nova, great drinker."

George said, "William, could you please make a toast for me to Mr. Nova again?"

Understanding George’s intent, I nodded. If we were playing, we’d go big. "These small glasses aren’t enough. Let’s use this!"

I brought out a large cup, filled it to the brim, handed it over, and then poured myself another glass. "Mr. Nova, this one’s for you on behalf of Mr. Jefferson. I wish you prosperity and great success in business."

Frank quickly realized I was out to embarrass him and waved his hand. "No way, there’s no such thing as drinking on someone’s behalf. I won’t drink it!"

"Mr. Nova, that’s not fair. You just let your son-in-law drink on your behalf, so why can’t William do the same? Plus, William gave a toast. If you don’t drink, it would be disrespectful to William."

Edward’s argument was sound, putting Frank in a tough spot. If he didn’t drink, how would everyone view him?

In Simbara, business deals are often sealed over drinks because the way you handle yourself at the table reveals a lot about your character. Especially now, with Frank’s company in need of funds, he couldn’t afford to make a big mistake over a small matter.

The problem was, Frank had already had too much to drink. One more glass and he’d likely puke in front of everyone, which would be utterly humiliating. Losing all dignity and becoming the subject of jokes for everyone, including me.

"Alright, I’ll drink this wine, but can my future son-in-law drink it on my behalf?" Frank said.

Phillip volunteered, saying, "I’ll drink it!"

"Alright, that’s fine, but if you’re drinking on behalf of someone, you have to drink three glasses," I said.

When I said this, Phillip’s face turned pale. This damn guy couldn’t hold his liquor, was only able to handle a few drinks, and his behavior when drunk was downright atrocious. During the graduation party, this guy drank too much and even went over to hug a female classmate. Who could believe it?

If it weren’t for someone stepping in and saying that Phillip was confessing his feelings, they would have accused him of being a rogue.

"What, three glasses?" Phillip was stunned.

"That’s the rule you set. Are you not going to follow your own rules?" I asked.

Everyone looked at him, and Phillip gritted his teeth and replied, "Who said that? Three glasses of wine, just a piece of cake!"

"Alright! That’s the spirit!"

I gave him a thumbs up, filled two more glasses, and handed them to him. His face turned green.

"Drink, hurry!" Someone egged him on.

Phillip took a deep breath and gulped down the wine, the fiery liquor cutting through his throat like a knife!

He quickly covered his mouth, trying not to vomit.

"Alright, continue!"

"...I’ll eat some dishes!"

He quickly stuffed two bites of meat into his mouth, then picked up the second glass of wine. Anyone who has drunk before knows that the more you drink, the harder it is to swallow the liquor.

Halfway through the second glass, his eyes widened and his cheeks puffed up. He covered his mouth with both hands, but couldn’t stop the vomit from spewing out between his fingers, hitting the table, Frank, and even splattering onto two nearby executives.

"Damn, can’t handle alcohol, why are you pretending to be tough?"

"Frank, your future son-in-law is so useless. He can’t even handle his liquor."

Those two bosses started to curse directly. Being sprayed all over by someone, who could feel good about it? freewebnσvel.cѳm

Others also distanced themselves, many even pinching their noses.

And at this moment, Phillip’s mouth was like a floodgate that couldn’t be stopped!

The table was covered in vomit. Who could still eat in such a disgusting scene?

Frank’s face turned red, and he was shaking with anger. The stench hit him, and his own stomach turned.

"Ugh!"

Then, to everyone’s astonishment, Frank also vomited.

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